Okay, I promised an update, so here's an update! I am truly sorry for taking this long to get this up.

Also, I plan to start putting a countdown for Clary's pregnancy, so hopefully that's helpful.

Clary's POV

T minus: 2 1/2 months.

I was nervous. And not standing in front of the class to give a presentation nervous. No, I was kamikaze pilot nervous. And why was i so nervous, you ask? Because today's the day that I'm telling my parents. Now let me tell you a little something about Luke Garroway (step dad) and Jocelyn Fray; they're hippies, but they're strict hippies. If that's even possible. They weren't like the marijuana smoking kind of hippies; more like the "save the earth one paper bag at a time" kind of hippies. Very environmentally aware. But they were very conservative too, if that makes any sense. They're walking, talking ironies.

But that's besides the point. I know they don't visit Jonathan anymore, so I don't have to worry about that at least. But there was still a whole world of worrying to do. Never in my life would I think I'd have to tell my parents that I'm having a baby out of wedlock. This should be fun.

"Clary, are you almost ready?" Jace's voice snapped me back into reality. I nodded, and stood from he couch with a little bit of help.

Before I could take a step to grab my coat, Jace knelt down so his face was level with my ever growing belly. He whispered something that I couldn't quite hear, but I knew he had nothing but love for this kid, and it made me proud to call this man the father of my child and my future husband. Husband, I thought. Before we know it, Jace Herondale will be my husband. I'll be Mrs. Clarissa Herondale. It was all so surreal.

I gave him a smile as he stood up, "That was pretty cute."

He scoffed, but the smile never left his face, "I don't do cute."

I laughed, but didn't say anything else as I slightly waddled over to where my shoes and coat were. Thankfully I had opted out for flats, because anything else would've been a bitch to deal with. Jace grabbed his coat and opened the front door, letting me lead the way to the elevator. As I stood there waiting for the elevator to make its way up, the sense of nervousness came creeping back. The pressure of Jace's hands on my shoulders made me jump slightly, but I relaxed as he began to massage them a little.

"Does that feel good?" he asked. I hummed out in agreement, letting my eyes slightly close.

The elevator arrived with a ding, and to my dismay, Jace stopped the massaging. We stepped in hand-in-hand, and as the doors closed and we took our descent I had the feeling that the lurch in my stomach wasn't from the elevator. This was going to be one hell of a lunch.

I had never been so mad in my life. What had happened at lunch was unacceptable. Never in a million years would I have seen something like this coming.

"This is bullshit." I murmured to myself, "Complete and utter bullshit."

I took a deep breath then continued to throw my things in a bag. I could feel his presence before he said anything.

He sighed, "Clary, please don't do this. I fucked up, I know. Let's not blow this out of proportion..."

I whipped around, giving him a glare that could kill. "Blow this out of proportion? You think that this is BLOWING THINGS OUT OF PROPORTION?" I let out a humorless laugh, spinning back around to finish packing up my things.

"I'm sorry, okay? I never meant for th-"

"OF COURSE YOU DIDN'T! BECAUSE YOU, JACE HERONDALE, ARE JUST THE ENIGMA OF PERFECTION, AREN'T YOU?"

I knew I was screaming, and that the whole state of New York could hear me, but that was the least of my worries. I was fuming, and Lord knows that that wasn't going to change anytime soon. At least not as long as I was in this apartment. I was done, so overly done. So I did the only thing I could do. I picked up my bag and walked out. I could hear Jace call behind me, saying something about how I shouldn't be carrying such a heavy bag, but I didn't care what he thought anymore.

I watched him stare at me as the elevator door closed, and I tried, so hard, not to lose my shit. But it didn't last very long. By the time the elevator hit the ground floor, I was in hysterics. How embarrassing, I thought. It's not often you see a pregnant girl crying uncontrollably on an elevator. I took a deep breath as I stepped off, and made my way outside of the complex. I hailed a taxi, and was on my way. No looking back now, I thought.

I told the driver the address I wanted to go to, and closed my eyes, taking slow, deep breaths. I must've drifted off, because when I opened my eyes the taxi was in front of my old place before I knew it. I thanked the driver and payed him, and made my way inside. It was weird being back, but it also felt nice. As I made it up the elevator and to the door, I realized that Iz didn't know I was coming back. But it was still my apartment too, it's not like I really needed to give her a heads up. So I unlocked the door, instantly regretting not giving her a heads up. There she was in all her glory, in nothing but skimpy lingerie and Simon on the couch in nothing at all.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, "I am so, so sorry!"

I practically ran to my old room, feeling like I might vomit. It wasn't surprising though, this baby made me want to puke at the sight of almost everything. I could hear Simon laughing and Iz was definitely freaking out, but I didn't want to hear it. This shitty day had turned into something even worse. I sat on my bed, still in complete shock, for what felt like hours before Izzy knocked. I let out a breathy reply, and just watched the floor as she sat next to me on the bed.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, "I'm really sorry you had to see that."

My gaze snapped up to meet hers, " No, I should be the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have barged in like that."

"It's still your house Clary. So technically, you didn't barge in." She let out a small laugh, clearing some of the tension.

I laughed with her, but it didn't last long. The whole room was engulfed in complete silence, neither one of us wanting to talk about the elephant in the room. It felt like another hour before she broke the silence.

"Not that I mind, but why are you back Clary?" Her voice was quiet, timid, which was nothing like Izzy at all.

I looked down at my belly and took a deep breath before answering, "He messed up Iz." I shrugged, knowing that was all I could get out before I broke down again.

She nodded, but didn't question further. She knew who I was talking about, and it was obvious that i didn't want to talk about him at all. Not what happened, not what he said, nothing. I just wanted to take a nap and go on with my life. I had missed a couple of classes, so I planned on getting my missing things done, and then relaxing for the rest of the day. And thank God I had Iz as my best friend, because she understood me through and through, and I loved her for it. So without another word, she gave me a hug and left me to my peace. I got off of my bed and grabbed my textbooks, letting myself get lost in the history of China. I faintly heard my phone buzz a couple of times, but I ignored it, knowing it was either my parents or the bane of my existance himself.

My parents had taken the news surprisingly well, minus the few tears my mom shed. But other than that, it went a hell of a lot better than I'd expected it. Until Jace opened his big mouth. That's when shit really hit the fan. But that wasn't important. No, what was important right now was the quadratic equation.

T-minus: 1 month (yes I know I'm skipping ahead, but be patient with me.)

I was getting huge, and I felt gross. I know pregnancy's supposed to be this huge miracle, but it all felt like one massive headache to me. But who knows, maybe it was meant to be that way. Or maybe it was just the circumstances I was in. But I tried to push past it, I tried to distract myself from the heartache I had been through. It didn't help that I kept the engagement ring on, but I couldn't find it in me to take it off. It was a sign of what we had, the love we thought would last a lifetime. It was a reminder, both good and bad.

Distractions came easily, and I fully blamed it on the pregnancy brain. Whether it's a late night craving or completely forgetting things all together, I had never been more thankful for this symptom. That is until the dreams come. They're so vivid, and real that it takes awhile to realize they're just dreams, and nothing else. I hadn't had them since I graduated high school, but something must've triggered them. More like someone, but I don't know why I let him affect me so much.

Before I could indulge on my sadness any more, Iz came bursting in, a huge smile on her face. I closed my book, and couldn't help but smile back. "What's got you in such a great mood?" I asked.

Somehow her smile grew bigger, "Simon finally asked me to be his girlfriend!"

I got off of my chair as fast as I possibly could, giving her a hug as tight as I could. I know that they had had a thing for a long time, and that she was dying to make it official. I was happy for her, I truly was, but a small part of me was a little jealous as well. Her relationship was just taking off and mine had just ended like a bloody war. But I sure as hell wasn't going to show Izzy how I felt. My happiness for her trumped the jealousy.

"I'm so happy for you Iz! This is amazing." It was sincere, I'd never been more happy for her.

She hugged me again, and then left. That's why I loved her, she always had a way of making my like so much better. But good moments don't last very long. At least not for me that is. When I settled back into my desk chair, my phone went off. It was Jace, which was a little surprising, because he stopped trying to get a hold of me weeks ago. I almost ignored it, almost, but curiosity took over.

"Hello?" I all but snapped into the phone.

The line was quiet, as if he'd expected me to send him to voicemail like I had before. That part didn't surprise me. No, what surprised me was the sound of Jace Herondale hyperventilating. That's when I knew something was very wrong.

"Jace? Jace, what's going on?" I sounded panicked, I knew that.

The line was silent again, and then, "It was a lie Clary. It was all a lie."

Well HELLOOOOOO my lovely readers! I know there's A LOT that I left kind of hanging in this chapter, but I did that on purpose. You'll see why in the next chapter. There's always a motif behind all of my madness. *wink wink*

XOXO